Oct 2, 2011

Bunk Beds

Best two-word phrase in the english language? Possibly. If you don't count "chocolate cake".

I have many fond (and not so fond) memories of sharing a room with my older sister... She on the top bunk, me on the bottom - and I wouldn't trade that experience for the world. I think when kids share rooms they grow an especially close bond that lasts them throughout adulthood.

So, you can imagine my delight when my Dad announced that he was making bunk beds for the cottage - for his grandchildren (many of whom are still to come).

And make bunk beds he did:

Amazing. Am I right? And oh yes, that's a trundle, you see!
My mom also made the matching duvets! I'm in LOVE :) Can't wait to drop off the kids with their grandparents for a sleepover!!

Bunk Beds
The top’s the best. It’s got a ledge.
I lie on my belly an’ look over the edge.
I’m king of the hill, from way up here.
I’m not ‘fraid a’heights. I've got no fear!
From so high up the view is fine.
I sure am glad the top bunk’s mine.
I prefer my bunk. It.’s underneath.
It’s much more private. That’s my belief.
Just hang up blankets on the side,
It makes a cave in which you can hide.
My bed’s a fort, a home, a nook.
If you want to, you can peek in an’ look.

The poem Bunk Beds is from my first poetry book, Doodads.

Hear it in my Podcast!

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